
ii Gloria
Praise the wet
snow
falling early.
Praise the shadow
my neighbor's chimney casts on
the tile roof
even this gray October day that should, they say,
have been
golden.
Praise
the
invisible sun burning beyond
the white cold sky, giving us
light and the
chimney's shadow.
Praise
god or the
gods, the unknown,
that which imagined us, which stays
our hand,
our
murderous hand,
and gives us
still,
in the shadow of death,
our
daily life,
and the dream still
of goodwill, of peace on earth.
Praise
flow and
change, night and
the pulse of day.
~ Denise Levertov
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